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Saturday, May 30, 2015

Let's Meet To The Beat!

The cat just attended one of the most boring things on Earth. How can they have anything of worth? You sit and stare at a wall. I can have much more fun tearing up and down the hall.

With this act,
You make a pact.
You repeat a fact,
And be exact.

Fact is though,
The fact you know.
That fact you do to.
Fiction may come due.

But the fiction you know.
Where is a foe?
I'd rather fight.
This takes all night.

Maybe even all day.
Waste your life away.
Can spin in a chair.
Passerby's beware.

Can click your pen.
Make all squawk like a hen.
At least it's new,
What they shout at you.

Maybe not after the first one.
Yeah, drags it on a ton.
So it's a gift and a curse.
It could always be worse.

Could be sitting in a gutter.
But I'll still mutter.
Grumble and growl.
The cat may howl.

Snip snip so no heat.
But can pretend on a seat.
That may discourage yapping.
The cat can start flapping.

I will scare them all away.
Then I can enjoy my day.
Or just give them fleas.
They'll get itchy knees.

Instead the facts I hear.
Facts already given an ear.
The fact is head against wall I'm beating.
That is the fact of the work meeting!

Are you a meeting lover at your zoo? Do the meetings just do it for you? I suppose if the meeting was just two and under or on the table you could ummm whoo. Hey, gutter is better than the same old facts. Can't they at least present new acts? But nope, the same thing in mass. It puts to sleep my little rhyming ass.

I implemented a weekly meeting for my grad students that occurred on the first Friday of every month. It was at a pub cross the street and we called it "liquid lunch Friday" No one was allowed to eat anything other than the crisps or peanuts at the bar. No one got much done after those meetings, but morale was pretty high.

Our departmental meetings weren't too bad as we always ordered in great food. We also knew that we would ignore all edicts that came down from the bean counters and do as we pleased. And if one had an experiment running, one could skip out on them.

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Orlin the cat is the rhyming king, all kinds of entertainment and fun I bring. Pat sometimes gets a vote when he has something to say of note. But it is mostly the cat here at our mat. Pat is owned by my myself and Cassie, who is rather sassie. The two cats and Pat reside somewhere in Nova Scotia and "eh" isn't part of our chat. So here at Bush #5, you can balk, poke fun and just enjoy my hive. If you can't then find some sand from any land, pick it up off the ground and proceed to pound. See what fun I can be? So enjoy my sea where the absence of a plot is a plot and now that is all out of me.